Nah, I’m not even a 10th French!My kisses’ wishes, if imbued with any value,is that they’ll have YOU enthused,infused with the arousal of nostalgia --astro-Afro, transporting & courting You along Caribbean routes, close 2r amphibian roots--imagined having Your heart tweaked,Your freak peaked on MartiniqueLying soft, drying offon white sands, my right hand rubbing Your bikinias if it were a genie as my left kept making the surround sound of unusual music on Your ‘G’ cleft Ahhhh, the exhilaration of thrill ovations.& in some flame twitched/itched language You’d sigh sinful & I’d accurately interpret, even tho factually, on surfaceI’m not bi-lingual.We’re in the tropics but You speak some Copticall the while peaking, speaking in melodic, methodic,vintage Exotica , authentic Eroticadesirous of an Osiris & I, the nicest Isis --the innovation in penetration Seeker4as I enter, roam, probe Your inner globe You moan an invitation: ‘Deeper.’We both want a stress-easing life, & copulation, w/w/o ovulation, is best4 relieving strife.